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Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг)


Morning Song in the Jungle


One moment past our bodies cast
  No shadow on the plain;
Now clear and black they stride our track,
  And we run home again.
In morning-hush, each rock and bush
  Stands hard, and high, and raw:
Then give the Call:  "Good rest to all
  That keep the Jungle Law!"

Now horn and pelt our peoples melt
  In covert to abide;
Now, crouched and still, to cave and hill
  Our  Jungle Barons glide.
Now, stark and plain, Man's oxen strain,
  That draw the new-yoked plough;
Now, stripped and dread, the dawn is red
  Above the lit talao.

Ho! Get to lair! The sun's aflare
  Behind the breathing grass:
And creaking through the young bamboo
  The warning whispers pass.
By day made strange, the woods we range
  With blinking eyes we scan;
While down the skies the wild duck cries:
  "The Day--the Day to Man!"

The dew is dried that drenched our hide,
  Or washed about our way;
And where we drank, the puddled bank
  Is crisping into clay.
The traitor Dark gives up each mark
  Of stretched or hooded claw:
Then hear the Call:  "Good rest to all
  That keep the Jungle Law!"



Rudyard Kipling's other poems:
  1. Последние из Лёгкой бригадыThe Last of the Light Brigade
  2. Стихи о спортивных играх для «Альманаха двенадцати видов спорта» У. Ни-кольсона, 1898 г.Verses on Games. To “An Almanack of Twelve Sports” by W. Nicholson, 1898
  3. The Master-Cook
  4. Fastness
  5. The Front Door


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